by Sophia Gray
I walked her back to the den, laying her down slowly on the couch. Funny, this was where it happened in the dream, too, I thought mildly amused, then her hand trailed down my chest to wrap around my hardened length and the amusement fled. All that was left over was desire. Intense, undeniable desire.
My hands went to her breasts, fondling them, weighing them in my palm. They were the perfect kind of round with that smooth slope from her collarbone to the tip of her nipple. I leaned down and popped the peak into my mouth, rolling it around between my teeth.
She moaned and pumped me a little harder.
I let my hand wander lower and slip between her legs. I felt her there, testing to see if she was wet for me, if she was ready for me to slide inside her. Because I needed to. Desperately, urgently.
My finger slipped between her lips to discover that she was most definitely wet. Moisture coated my finger and I groaned against her breast. She felt better than I imagined.
“Ciaran,” she murmured softly from above.
The way her name slipped off her tongue made me want to do still more things to her. I allowed my finger to slide into her warm, wet opening. She gasped and arched her back. I was surprised by how tight she seemed and wondered just how long it had been since her last time.
I fingered her for a while, letting her body writhe and respond to the pleasurable feeling of my finger. After several thrusts, I added a second finger.
“Oh God,” she muttered, and her hand gave me a hard squeeze.
I grunted, my own hips jerking into her hand. I was half tempted to just let her jerk me until I exploded, but I wanted so desperately to be buried in her warm, waiting body that I wasn’t ready to leave it at something like a hand job.
Pulling my finger away from her tight, wet center, I used that hand to still hers. I stalled her rhythmic motions on my cock, though it was no easy thing to do. She looked up at me, breathless and questioning.
“What is it?” she asked me.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to come that way, Elle. I want more.”
She shivered and her breath caught. But she nodded her head. “Yes. Please, yes.”
I did as she asked, tugging her legs open by draping on over the side of the couch and settling the other over my shoulder. From there, I positioned myself between her thighs. Her pussy was pink and slick with moisture. I met her eyes. “You ready?”
She nodded. Her hand once again reached for my dick, sliding over the length. She gave me a quick stroke, then used her grip to direct me to her entrance. I balanced myself above her with my arms and allowed her to guide me. When the tip of my cock touched her, I groaned and nearly jerked into her in one fell swoop. I trembled with the effort of holding myself back, but God did I want to take her.
“Please,” she murmured, and I nodded in response.
Slowly, I pushed myself in until the head spread her lips wider and found its way into her core. She moaned and my own deep, rumbling groan quickly joined hers. I used my hips to push myself in deeper, adding an inch and then another until my entire length was buried within her tight, hot pussy.
She felt like fucking heaven.
I trembled and sweated with pleasure. My heart pounded urgently in my chest. I needed to move. I began to pull out of her and she made still more delightful, breathy sounds. When I was almost completely pulled out, I thrust myself back in with one hard shove. I buried myself as deep as I could go inside her and she cried out.
I did it again. And again.
Quickly, I built up a rhythm that was hard and fast. It spoke of how much I wanted her, how much I’d been thinking about doing this with her, but also of something else. How much I needed this right now. With everything that had happened, the danger and the loss, I needed this moment with her even if she decided later this was the last moment I would get with her.
Her hand reached up and touched my face, smoothing over the stubble that was growing there, her eyes locked on to mine. She made encouraging, mewling noises, which only served to spur me on.
I pushed into her harder and harder, watching as her back arched against my thrusts and her breasts bounced to the rhythm of our sex. Her hands ran through my hair and slid across my bare body, scraping against my shoulders, gripping my backside.
I could feel my release fast approaching. Tension was winding up inside me like a coil ready to spring free. Desire pushed me faster and harder into her, drawing out sweet, desperate noises from her bruised and swollen lips.
“I’m going to come soon,” I grunted to her, warning in case she decided she wasn’t so great with me releasing my seed inside her. Personally, I thought that was a damn fine achievement to be thinking about that while I was buried deeply inside of her.
“Yes, please,” was all she managed to get out, and I took that as permission.
I thrust inside her one last time, feeling my release overtake me. Pleasure washed over me. I jerked as I spilled myself inside of her, my body becoming like jelly. I had to work hard to keep myself supported above her. Her hands caressed me and she kissed me until I came down from my high. We couldn’t both fit comfortably laying on the couch, so we shuffled around until we were both sitting. She ended up on my lap and while I was sated and not ready for another round, I pleasured her until she reached her own release.
Then we fell asleep like that. I had just enough conscious brain left to grab the throw blanket and drape it across our naked bodies.
Chapter 14
Elle
We’d woken up naked and I, at least, was a little bit sore. But the good kind of sore. It reminded me of the way he’d buried himself inside of me and I didn’t have any problems with reminders of that. We’d made out heatedly and it might have turned into something more, but didn’t quite make it that far. Ciaran was the one to pull back, but not because he wanted to. That much was evidenced by the erection pressing up between my legs.
He told me we had to move. To get somewhere safe. And we didn’t have any more time to spare. I had really wanted to stay and see if morning sex was as good as other sex was, but I understood that we had to go.
Our lives were at stake and that was enough to snap me back to reality.
He grudgingly gave us enough time to shower and get dressed. I wore the dress again, because it fit better than anything Ciaran had, but I’d worn one of his coats over the top. It would keep me warm at least. It wasn’t snowing hard today, but it was still freezing outside.
We drove in the old truck that belonged to Ciaran’s mother. It made me feel intense sadness, but I was grateful that the truck was in such good shape. Working heater, clean seats, smoothly running engine. Nothing like my frozen, beat up piece of crap.
“Where are we going exactly?” I asked Ciaran.
He was driving fast for snow, slow for no snow. His eyes were fixated on the road, determined to watch it carefully. “A safe house. It’s where my boys are holed up—and why I can’t get ahold of anyone. No one’s answering their cellphones because the police might be able to track them.”
When I gave him a surprised look, he shrugged and said, “Shane’s got men on the force, remember?”
I nodded. I did remember. It was the only reason I wasn’t calling the police right this second. That and I was worried what might happen to Ciaran if I did. Even if we didn’t get one of Shane’s guys, would they treat him fairly?
I doubted it.
“So this safe house,” I began.
“It’s called McMillan’s. McMillan doesn’t actually exist, but we got some paperwork drawn up in his name and purchased an old mill on the outskirts of town. It’s in decent condition, but it’s definitely not running as a mill. But it works as a safe house because it isn’t technically connected to anyone.”
“Why didn’t you try calling there?” I asked. “I mean, since you couldn’t reach anyone else.”
He shook his head. “No phone. Part of the reason it’s safe. That way no one can call over and pretend they’re one o
f us or trace the call or anything else. If you don’t know where it is, you can’t get there without someone who does know where it is.”
I thought about that. Really, it was pretty smart. Though why would you need a safe house if you were law-abiding citizens?
I was pretty sure I already knew the answer to that. Ciaran was part of a motorcycle club, which meant he probably sold drugs or stole cars or something else along those lines. Illegal things. Things I shouldn’t be comfortable with. And I wasn’t. But even as I came to this conclusion I realized something else: I didn’t care. Not like I should.
Because I knew what kind of man Ciaran was and I liked that man.
…
We pulled up outside the old mill. It didn’t look like much from the outside and honestly it looked pretty deserted. I didn’t see any cars parked there—or motorcycles—but there was the main building that looked like a three-story warehouse and a bar off to the side. The yard was covered in snow but looked like even in the spring there wasn’t much going for it. It was probably the kind of place that got a lot of weeds and not a lot of love. Surrounding the area was mostly just trees.
“This is it?” I asked skeptically.
Ciaran smirked at me, then said, “C’mon.” He put his warm hand on the small of my back, urging me forward.
We walked to the front door and Ciaran knocked. There wasn’t any answer, so he knocked again. I figured he’d end up knocking a half dozen times and still no answer, making me wonder if anyone was here at all. But before I could suggest just that, the door swung open and a gun was aimed directly in our faces.
I felt a small, gurgling scream crawling its way up my throat, but before it got out, the man holding the gun instantly put it down. “Jesus, boss! You scared us half to death!”
Ciaran let out a laugh. “You’re the one pointing the gun at us.”
The man grinned broadly then reached for Ciaran. He pulled him in for a tight embrace that involved a lot of macho back slapping and all of that. I stood there awkwardly, waiting for them to finish.
When they pulled apart, the man’s eyes shifted over to me. “And who’s this little angel?”
I felt my cheeks flush at the angel comment, but I offered my hand anyway. “Elle,” I said.
He grinned wider and accepted my proffered hand. “Mave. It’s a pleasure to meet you, honey. You Ciaran’s new girl?”
I started sputtering, not sure how to answer that. Was I his girl? I kind of hoped so. The sex had been awesome and I had already admitted to myself that I liked the man. The other stuff I wasn’t so sure about, but I was willing to take a leap of faith.
“Easy, Mave,” Ciaran warned, pulling me closer to him. “Don’t put the poor girl on the spot like that.”
“I’m not a girl,” I muttered, and Mave laughed.
“You know, I think I like her.”
We went inside and I was introduced to a dozen other guys, all members of the Lucky Skulls Motorcycle Club. They seemed like they were in varying degrees of rough around the edges, but none were anything but polite to me. The closest I got to rude was when I was introduced to Smith and he only looked at me for half a second, long enough to nod, then looked away. Ciaran quickly explained that was how he was with everyone, so I didn’t take it personally.
Ciaran showed me to a room on the third floor. It was nice and set up like a guest bedroom. “I wasn’t expecting this,” I admitted, thinking of how rundown the mill looked from the outside.
He shrugged his shoulders. “We put some time into it to make sure the inside was livable and the outside was forgettable.”
I smiled at him. “Mission accomplished.”
He smirked at me, but it faded quickly. He was clearly thinking something over in his head. Finally, he stepped closer to me and said, “You’re going to stay here for a little while. They’ve got clothes that’ll probably fit from wives and girlfriends of the other members. There’s plenty of food around, stocked for the entire winter if need be, and it’s safe. Remember that, this place is safe.”
I was following him and nodding when I finally caught his meaning. I took a step back. “What do you mean I’m staying here? Aren’t we staying here?”
For a second, Ciaran didn’t answer. Then he sighed and ran a hand through his ruddy hair. “No. Just you.” I opened my mouth to immediately protest, to say I wanted to go with him, but he quickly continued before I got the chance. “I need to take care of Shane. He’s started a war between my guys and his and if I don’t do something, things are going to get a lot uglier than they already are. These men are my responsibility.”
“You sound like some general leading an army,” I joked halfheartedly.
“It’s not far from the truth. It means I’ve got to be there with them, but you, you’re innocent in all of this. This has nothing to do with you and I never should have dragged you into it. But I swear I’ll keep you safe and out of it. Just hold out here until this whole thing clears up.”
I wanted to protest, to explain to him that I made the choice to stay here and get myself involved in all of this. Which was maybe a stretch. Circumstances mostly had pushed me into this, but I’d decided to be okay with who he was, even if that meant he did illegal things sometimes. That meant I’d signed myself up for it.
In the end, however, I didn’t go through that whole laundry list of reasons. All I did was step up to him, put my hands on either side of his face, and kiss him. When I pulled back, I said, “I want to be with you.”
He nodded. “And I want you to be safe.”
We kissed again and despite the crowd downstairs and the impending danger, or maybe because of it, I let him kiss me again. With passion, with feeling. I let him shed my clothes and lay me back on the bed. I let him bury his face between my legs until I came against his mouth. He let me return the favor. I swallowed his considerable length, letting the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I bobbed my head and moved my mouth up and down on him until he was right there at the edge. But he didn’t want to come in my mouth. He wanted to be inside me again.
I let him.
He filled me up entirely and moved in a way that was perfect. That was just what I needed. That was just what I craved.
He rocked into me until he came and I held him tightly until he came down from his orgasm. We cleaned up after that and I begged him to stay here with me, too, but it was clear from his expression that he wouldn’t.
I decided to take a risk. “What if I told you…I love you?”
He froze, his hands in the midst of buckling his belt. Then he continued to move again. He put on his shirt, then a sweatshirt. He’d no doubt grab a jacket from downstairs. Then he sat on the edge of the bed so he could put on his heavy work boots. Still he said nothing.
“Did you hear me?” I asked softly.
There was a pause, then, “I did. And I’m sorry.”
With that, he got up, stomping all over my heart with those damn boots.
…
The guys were downstairs going over battle strategy or something along those lines. Ciaran had reminded me to stay in this room unless I needed something, a measure of extra security, but I now had the feeling I’d been duped. Maybe I’d misread all of the connection between Ciaran and me. Or worse, maybe that connection was all only one sided.
The ache in my chest told me exactly how I felt about that and it wasn’t good. I couldn’t believe how stupid I was to think a man like that would love a stupid little girl like me.
“Stick to singing, buttercup,” I told myself aloud. “You’ve got a better chance.”
“You’re right. Maybe you should sing us a song?”
The sound of another voice answering me caused me to leap off the bed and back up towards the door. At the window I saw a large man with dark hair and deep set eyes grinning at me. Leering even. His eyes dragged themselves over me until I felt dirty.
“You’re prettier than I’d have figured,” he commented, stepping towards me. I didn
’t want for him to get closer. I turned and ran for the door, hearing him over my shoulder saying, “Can’t figure out what you’re doing with a dog like Ciaran.” Then he laughed.
I jerked the door open and ran out into the hall. Part of me wondered why the man wasn’t chasing after me, but I found out a second later when I heard shots ring out from downstairs. I froze before reaching the stairway and hesitated. Yells came from down the staircase and then more shots. I realized Ciaran was down there and that gave me the extra spur to continue running.
That and the big man who had finally decided to give chase.
I managed to get down to the second floor. The sound below grew louder and sounded much more violent than before. I thought of Ciaran being hurt, of getting shot, and found myself looking over the banister in an effort to find him amongst the mayhem. At first I couldn’t see him and that scared the hell out of me, but finally I spotted him with several other men. They had their guns out and were trying to return fire to the men who had apparently burst into the mill and started attacking.
